Freedom

You want to sway with the leafy boughs

Remember they too have anchorage.

Eagles may soar above the midday sun

But the nests beckon them at dusk.

Crashing waves recede

While the sand is left naked,

And the rebel who walks out

Finds home in distant shores,

Like the seed that falls farthest from the parent,

And greener is the other side.

O heart, when are you free!

Are you when you break shackles?

When legs carry you as far as possible,

Faster than your beats.

Ah naivety, the earth is round

And all is dust.

Build on it, paint with music,

And the stars will be your bed,

And no dams can arrest your flow.

You shall burst forth with light,

With the shadows as your guide

And though the cord won’t be severed,
You will be born free.